Thursday, April 07, 2005

Dulcet Dreams

Wipe my fevered brow
Brush my tears away
Spin your magical yarn
of yonder and of yore.

When sleep eludes me
on the nights I lie awake,
Mother, won't you weave me
those dulcet dreams once more ?

© Suma Nagaraj 2004.

3 comments:

Sophie said...

You've hit such a nerve here Suma!

Pincushion said...

Ahhh..
'Mothers', such a sweet sound..
a beautiful tribute
:)

Pragya said...

Thought of this poem so many times when I arrived at my parents' home in Delhi. It was very comforting to be back at the place where I grew up. Where I had no diurnal cares and no burdens of responsible (or irresponsible) adulthood.